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If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And as for the ending, you'll just have to read on, but be forewarned that this is a darker and more sexual story than my usual. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.
Chapter 8
Tuesday afternoon Carlos seemed a bit excited when he met me in front of the building. That made for a nervous bus ride up to the Village. Carlos being excited wasn't always good news for me. Once Rick had placed our drinks on the bar in front of us, he gave me the news.
"I've got a job interview tomorrow afternoon."
'Thank God!' It had been over a month since his appointment with the headhunter I'd arranged for him and he'd heard nothing since.
"That's great news! Where is it?"
"Merrill Lynch. I don't know much about it, but they're a pretty good company, right?"
"Very good, although a lot depends on the job, of course."
"I'm taking the afternoon off from work. Want to meet me here afterwards to talk about it?"
"I'd love to but I can't. I'm meeting Matt and Sara for dinner, remember?"
"That's right. They want to pump you about me." He grinned. "Or maybe they just want to pump your ass again."
I shook my head. "Not gonna happen, Carlos. That's why I'm meeting them at a restaurant."
"You mean you didn't have fun the other night? You sure looked like it. You were a real pig with all that dick up your ass."
I thought about it for a minute. I'd been mortified when it all started, first by Matt and Sara finding out I liked dick, then even more so when they took turns at my ass. But the sex itself was exciting; first Matt gently opening me with his average cock, then Sara with her big strap-on. By the time Carlos mounted me I was ready for anything, and that's what I got. After we'd all cleaned up it got weird again, mostly because it got more normal. Matt threw some steaks on the grill while I made another pitcher of martinis and Sara fixed a salad in the kitchen, all of us still in the nude.
During dinner I was so mesmerized by Carlos that I had trouble following the conversation. I'd spent lots of time with him, alone or with Jose, or at work, but I hadn't really had a chance to observe him around other people in a social setting. He was full of life and spontaneous. His eyes flashed and his lips kept curling into that trademark smile that said so much. When I'd first met him I thought it was a simple smile of innocence. Now and then it still seemed to be that, but more often it was a knowing smile, that he knew something you didn't, that he understood something that he might or might not share with you. Often when he smiled at me, it seemed to me he was saying something like, "I know you, I know what you want, though you may not realize it. I'll let you in on it if you're good." At least that's the message I got from it. Maybe that's what I hoped to hear.
What had been really strange about the conversation was that we didn't talk much about what we'd just done. We made pleasant small talk, the kind we might have had if it had been Anne with me instead of Carlos. It was almost as if everyone were so overwhelmed by what we'd just done that none of us was ready to talk about it. So when Matt suggested I join them for dinner on Wednesday I had the feeling it was to find out more about my relationship with Carlos.
"Yeah, it was fun, once I got over how humiliating it was to be fucked by my two best friends, one of them a woman. I especially got off on your double fuck. I never thought you'd fit all that into me. It hurt like hell at first but I'll take you any way I can get you."
"That's what I'm counting on, Ry. Speaking of which, finish your drink and let's get going. I want to plow that greedy hole of yours."
"Is Jose going to join us?"
"Why? Are you spoiled now and need more than one dick?"
"No, yours is plenty, you know that. I was just wondering if he was going to be home."
"I doubt it. He's been sulking ever since I got back from the weekend away. I think he feels left out. Maybe we should bring him with us this weekend."
"You know how I feel about that. I especially don't want him meeting Matt and Sara. The four of us had fun but Jose can be nasty and rough. I don't think he'd fit in there."
"Don't worry, I haven't even told him about them. I realize they're a part of your other life and we have to be careful there."
"Well, I'm still not sure I want him in my house. His attitude toward me is almost always nasty and I don't know if I can take that for an entire weekend. Plus, I have limits at home that you seem to understand but I don't trust him to respect."
"Well, have your dinner with Matt and Sara and I'll think about it."
"Why don't you call me around eleven and let me know how the interview went? I should be home by then."
"You trust me with your home number?"
"You just spent the weekend at the house. I think I can trust you with the number."
We went back to the apartment and fucked. He wasn't rude or demanding, but it was a pretty rough fuck. He wanted my ass and he took it. Of course, I wanted his dick in me and didn't care how rough it was as long as it was there. I preferred when he was affectionate before and after, but during the act, it didn't matter.
Wednesday I went straight home from work, changed into a polo shirt and khakis and headed for Sea Bright to meet Matt and Sara at a Portuguese restaurant across from the beach, only about half a mile from the entrance to Sandy Hook. They were already seated and about halfway through a round of drinks. Matt stood and warmly shook my hand.
"Ryan, right on time! Must have been an uneventful commute."
"No major delays on the train if that's what you mean." I bent and kissed Sara on the cheek and had a flashback of sucking Carlos' cum out of her shaved pussy. Had that really happened? It all seemed so surreal. I tried to push all thoughts of our little weekend orgy from my mind, sat down and ordered a martini.
"How's that dear boy Carlos?" Sara asked, her eyes sparkling.
"He's fine," I answered as I picked up my menu. "I told him I was joining you for dinner and he asked me to give you his best."
"I think he's already given me that, dear. Gave his best to you as well."
"Yes, Ryan. Sara and I were quite surprised the other day. Not just that you were bi, but by how 'receptive' you were. I never had an inkling anything was different about you before."
"Yes, you must tell us all about it."
Just then the waiter came by so we placed our orders. As soon as he walked away, Matt resumed the interrogation.
"Go ahead, we want all the details. You know you don't have to worry about shocking us."
I gave them an abbreviated version of my relationship with Carlos. I didn't mention how I'd screwed up Carlos' promotion or how he was using that to keep the upper hand with me, although it had apparently been pretty clear to them who was in charge.
"Carlos seemed to be quite dominant over you, Ryan. Is that the kind of relationship you two have?"
"No, Matt," I answered quite abruptly. My masculine pride was wounded. "Sometimes I fuck him, it all depends on our moods. It can get pretty wild." That was certainly an understatement.
"I understand, it must be nice to have a release like that. I mean, if you're into, um, shall we say, non-traditional activities, I can imagine how being married to Anne might be a bit stifling. I don't mean anything negative toward Anne by that." Matt looked like he was afraid he'd put his foot in his mouth.
"Yes, Ryan, Anne is a good friend, but she is very conservative, a bit prissy and proper. I can't imagine her being passionate about anything other than art or theater."
"Well Sara, before I met Carlos I thought Anne and I had a pretty decent sex life. Not exactly passionate, but good. But man, what happens when I'm with Carlos^Å"
"So have you been into this kind of thing all along during your marriage? Have there been others before Carlos?" Sara looked like maybe she wanted to meet more of my male friends.
"No, this is a first. I'd always known I had attractions for men as well as women, but I never did anything about it. But there was something about Carlos right from the first time I saw him that I had to pursue."
"You mean that long, thick, dark something hanging between his legs?" Sara had a dreamy look on her face.
"Well, of course there's that, but there's something I'm really drawn to in him that isn't physical."
"Better watch that, Ryan. Sara and I only play with others when we're together, but we know that it's not good when you get emotionally involved outside your marriage."
"I don't think there's anything I have to worry about. I can't imagine anything more developing between me and Carlos other than the hot sex and little bit of companionship we already share."
Just then the waiter brought our food so we all stopped talking for a while as we dug in. It was true what I'd said. I couldn't imagine anything else developing. I'd been good at living in the moment since this whole thing with Carlos started. I had no control over things anyway, and even if I did there was no way I could put together all of the pieces of my current life and make any sense of them, so it was best not to think about it.
Toward the end of the meal I tried to feel them out about their plans for the upcoming weekend. Ever since Carlos had mentioned the possibility of Jose joining us I'd been paranoid about Matt and Sara meeting him. I was relieved when Matt said they were going to be visiting friends in Cape May over the weekend, but I felt backed into a corner when he apparently misunderstood my reason for asking.
"Sorry we won't be around to play, but if you'd like to come back to the house for a while tonight^Å"
"Um, thanks but I don't think so, Matt. Aside from the fact that I have to be up early for work in the morning, I think I'd feel really awkward if it was just the three of us. I know this may sound weird, but after the first couple of times with Carlos, I haven't really felt like what I was doing was cheating on Anne. But if he weren't there and it was only you two, it would feel like cheating."
Matt thought about that. "I think I can understand that. After all, when you're with Carlos he's giving you something you couldn't possibly get from Anne, and you've already said he's not a long-term threat to your marriage, so it's just a little something extra. But if he weren't there and you were involved in a scene that centered around a woman, that would be very different."
That was pretty much what I meant but as he was putting it into words, I realized I had another reason, one that came from deeper in my gut. If I went home with Matt and Sara that night, I'd be cheating on Carlos. I'd rationalized away my cheating on Anne, but I couldn't even think of cheating on him.
Later, it was about ten-thirty and I was just getting into bed with a book when the phone rang. I smiled as I picked it up.
"Hey, you're early."
"Early? Why would you expect me to be calling at all, much less later?"
"Anne! Sorry about that. I was, er, expecting a call from one of the guys in the office. He was up for a promotion and had a big interview this afternoon." Well that was close to the truth.
"It's so unlike you to care about anyone else's career."
"You know we're a team at the office. All for one and all that."
"That's certainly a new attitude on your part. But you were expecting him to call this late at night?"
"Uh, yeah. I was tied up in a meeting all afternoon, so I told him to call me here to let me know how it went. And I knew I was going out to eat with Matt and Sara so I told him to call late."
"Oh, how are the dears?"
"Just fine, keeping me from getting too lonely. I also had dinner at their place on Sunday. They're being good to me." If she only knew how good. "So is everything okay with you? It's not like you to call so late."
"When Chaz and I were out at dinner this evening he was asking about you and I realized it had been several days since you called. Are you doing all right?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be? Aside from seeing Matt and Sara I haven't been doing much so I didn't have news for you, although I suppose I could have called anyway. What's Chaz doing there?"
Chaz had been Anne's boyfriend way back when she and I first met in college. Anne's parents loved him and never missed an opportunity to compare me to him, always unfavorably.
"You know how much Mummy and Daddy love him. They invited him down to visit for a week or so."
"And how is the golden boy?"
"He's fine, Ryan. He just landed another big account." Chaz was an ad exec at a large midtown agency. "Do I detect a note of jealousy?"
"You know better than that. I may not care much for him but I'm certainly not jealous. In fact, I'm glad you have someone whose company you enjoy to keep you from getting bored."
"Oh, it's never boring here. There's always something to do at the club."
Not boring for Anne, between golf, tennis, lunches, cocktails and gossip. I found it all terribly boring.
"Well, since neither of us has anything much to say, I suppose I should let you go. We don't want your boyfriend getting a busy signal."
I choked even though I knew she meant nothing by that remark. I decided it was best to just ignore it.
"Give my love to your parents and my best to Chaz."
"I will, dear. I'm sure they all send their love too."
I lay there and thought about her after hanging up the phone. I hadn't even realized I hadn't called her since last Friday before the master/slave contest. To be honest, the only time I'd thought about her was in connection to Carlos being at the house and when I was with Matt and Sara. I was spending an awful lot more time thinking about Carlos, but then I was spending a lot of time with him. Maybe it was a case of out of sight, out of mind. And frankly, that three-minute phone call was more than enough of a visit with her. I'd always found her parents to be tedious and arrogant. She had some of those traits but when she spent time with them she got so much worse.
The ringing phone interrupted my thoughts. I picked it up and cautiously said hello. I'd nearly answered it with "Hey babe" when Anne had called and that would have taken some real explaining.
"Ry?" Carlos sounded as tentative as I was.
"Carlos! How'd it go this afternoon?"
"Oh, all right, I guess."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic."
"Well, it was an entry level trainee position, of course, but I was hoping it was something like the one in your division I missed out on." There was no bitterness in his voice but I still felt guilty all over again. "But this job seemed more clerical and administrative. Definitely a lower level position and the starting pay was less than I wanted."
"So it's a no-go?"
"They seemed quite impressed with me and I'm sure they're going to make me an offer, but it's not really what I'm looking for."
"Well, don't burn your bridges with them. They might have something more to your liking later on." I was once again realizing how badly I'd fucked him over.
"Of course, it never hurts to make good connections. So who were you on the phone with just now? You got another boyfriend you're cheatin' on me with?"
"Yeah, like I could handle another stud like you. I was on the phone with the wife I cheat on when I'm with you."
"Ahh, and how is she? Missing that big dick of yours?"
"That's none of your business."
"Anything to do with your sex life is my business, babe, but I'll give you a little privacy. And tomorrow after work I'll give you a lot of dick."
"I'm counting on that." I was amazed at how addicted I was to that huge black schlong. I was still waiting for the time when he'd give me another shot at his hot little ass, but until that time came I'd take his tool up my ass anytime.
"Plan on bringing the car into the city again on Friday. We've got another party and it's going to be late."
"What kind of party is it this time? Bondage? Water sports?"
"I'm sure we'll get into scenes like that at some point but you'll probably find this party pretty tame. It's at the same club as last week but we won't need special outfits this time."
Thursday after work we had what was becoming a routine evening. A drink or two at Rick's, back to the apartment for a fuck and then out for a bite to eat on my way to the subway. Carlos had told me that Jose worked for a printing plant and didn't usually get home until eight, so most of the time it was just the two of us, just the way I liked it. But over burgers Carlos gave me the news I'd been dreading. After the party Friday night we'd stay over at the apartment, but then Saturday morning Jose would join us going back to my place for the rest of the weekend. I tried to convince myself it wouldn't be so bad. We'd probably go to Sandy Hook during the day and Asbury Park at night. He'd have to behave, at least to some extent, in both places. The real challenge was going to be putting up with his obnoxious personality for two days.
Friday night our routine varied just a bit. We had sandwiches at the bar at Rick's and then went back to the apartment. Like the week before Carlos suggested a nap before getting ready for the party. I certainly didn't object to a little naked snuggle time in bed with him. Once again, Jose was home when we woke up. He was just getting out of the shower and didn't seem to be in his usual surly mood.
"You boys wanna get cleaned up so we can get this show on the road?"
Carlos stretched and sat up in the bed. "Why don't you go do a little internal cleaning first, Ry?"
"Internal? Again? What do I need to do that for?"
"You know how I feel about you asking questions, but I don't think I'm giving anything away in telling you that Jose and I are both gonna fuck you later on. So we want you to be ready."
I groaned. I knew I was going to have that beer can up my butt at some time over the weekend but I was hoping it wouldn't be until later. The longer I got away without it the fewer times I was likely to have to endure it. I gave in to my fate, went into the bathroom and cleaned myself out. Carlos rewarded me by showering with me. While we were both hard through much of the shower, there was no sexual play, except for a couple of times when he inserted fingers in my pucker.
By the time we dried off Jose was dressed. Carlos pulled the black butt plug out of a drawer and showed it to him.
"What do you think, amigo?"
"I think we're gonna have to get a bigger plug. He takes that one too easy."
Easy? Sure it went in without any pain, but it was as thick as Carlos' dick and stretched me quite a bit. I bent over while Carlos applied some lube to both my hole and the plug and inserted it.
"Why am I wearing this to a regular party?" I asked him as I stood up.
"Why not?" he beamed back at me.
At least I got to dress normally this week. Jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, no underwear of course. As he had the week before Carlos suggested leaving our wallets in the apartment and just bringing our cash. My cash, actually, which I handed over to him. We left the apartment looking and acting like three friends out on a night on the town. When we got to the top of the stairs at the club, the same massive black guy was sitting on the stool. In place of his chains and leather pants were a leather vest and jeans. The sign on the wall behind him read Men and Boys Night, Admission $20.00. Carlos handed him $60.00 and we went in.
The first thing I noticed that was different was that, although most of the men in the room were dressed like we were, a good number of them were totally naked. One naked guy was on his knees, sucking the dick of a fully clothed guy. Carlos explained.
"There are men here tonight and then there are boys. The men wear clothes, the boys do not. And a boy has to provide any sexual service any man asks him to. It's basically a sex party, though a little one-sided." He shrugged. "Oh, by the way, you're a boy. Go in last week's dressing room and take off all your clothes. You can remove the butt plug, too. We don't want to block any of your holes."
"I thought you said this wasn't another master-slave thing."
"It isn't. It's just a sex party. Everyone gets to have sex, except the men are tops and the boys are bottoms. Sure it's a bit dom-sub, but there's no S&M shit tonight."
"And I'm supposed to be naked all night and do anything anyone wants me to?"
"You were naked most of the night last week and while you grumbled a lot you know you got a thrill from it. And you love dick, whether it's having one in your mouth or your ass, so who are you kidding? You're gonna be a happy little piggie tonight."
I couldn't deny that there had been a thrill being naked at the contest the week before and even on the beach after that. I was discovering an exhibitionist side of myself. And I did love being filled with dick, though I much preferred when it was Carlos'. Of course, the only other two I'd ever had were Jose and Matt, and I had strong feelings against Jose. So I went into the dressing room and stripped, folding my clothes and putting them on a shelf. I'd noticed that the naked boys in the other room had shoes on so I left mine on as well. At least I wouldn't have to worry about getting my toes crushed. Carlos was waiting for me outside the door with a couple of beers. Jose was nowhere to be seen. Things were looking up.
We wandered around the club talking and drinking. Except for my nudity and our surroundings, it felt a lot like being with Carlos at Rick's. As we walked around I noticed a few other changes from the week before. Here and there were large, padded sawhorse-type things scattered around the room. I saw a stocky naked guy bent over one getting fucked. There were also a few slings suspended from the ceiling. One of these was occupied as well. The low platform that had served as a stage at the contest was covered with mattresses, turning it into a very large bed.
"Well, we might as well get started, Ry." Carlos unzipped his pants, reached in and worked his meat out through his fly. "Suck it, boy."
I squatted down in front of him and took his swollen tool in my mouth. It got harder with the first few sucks and soon it was poking the back of my throat. I couldn't deep throat it in this position but I managed to take more than half of it. I'd only been sucking a few minutes when there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and Carlos pointed to a guy who was standing next to him. The guys had his pants open and an average sized cock pointing at me. I took my mouth off Carlos, shifted position and took the new dick in my mouth. This was repeated a few times. In no time there seemed to be a semicircle of guys around me. I found it more comfortable to kneel rather than squat after the first couple of minutes. I must have tried sucking seven or eight dicks when Carlos pulled me to my feet and handed me a new cold beer.
"That'll probably happen a lot tonight. It's just warm-up. Nobody wants to come this early. One other thing. I noticed you playing with yourself as you were sucking. That's fine, but boys aren't allowed to come, so don't let yourself get too close. When a man comes there's always a boy to come on or in, but if a boy comes it's just gonna make a mess."
"A bit dom-sub? This seems way out of balance to me."
"Okay, maybe it is. What I meant was that it's all pretty vanilla sex. Just fucking and sucking, no pain, no cbt, no torture, no kink. Just good old-fashioned sex. You like sucking and fucking. This is your chance to get a little more experience. And it's not totally one-sided. If you see a man you want, you're allowed to ask him."
I couldn't imagine asking a complete stranger for sex. Especially not when I knew I was probably going to have more sex partners in the next couple of hours than I'd had my whole life up until then. For the most part Carlos and I just hung out for the first hour, drinking beer and talking. He'd left his half-hard dick out of his pants after I'd sucked him and once he saw a boy he liked, caught his attention and just pointed to his crotch. The guy dropped to his knees and sucked for a while as Carlos kissed me, then we moved on, his now rock hard dick leading the way. We came across a naked boy on his knees in front of Jose, working on his beer can. The guy must have had a double-jointed jaw because he was taking that thick stump to the base. Jose looked like he was enjoying it. A few guys asked me to suck them and I obliged. Once I bent over to suck a guy, rather than squat or kneel, and Carlos began to play with my ass. He'd found some lube somewhere (there were open jars all over the place) and worked a couple of fingers into me as I sucked. Jose joined us at that point.
"What do you say we get him into a sling, bro? He's got one of the hottest asses in the place and I'm sure a lot of these men would like a crack at it."
"Yeah, I suppose it's time his other hole got a little bit of a workout." Carlos led me to an empty sling and helped me into position. "Just relax, Ry, you know you love this."
He continued to work his fingers into me, then applied some lube to his thick snake. He smiled down at me as he placed the head of his dick at my stretched pucker and pushed slightly until it popped in. He then stopped for a few seconds so I could get used to it and continued to smile into my eyes. He grabbed onto the sling and pulled me toward him, onto his dick. Once he was in me balls-deep he grabbed onto my hips and began thrusting, pulling me on and off him with each thrust of his hips. He changed pace several times, from long slow strokes to fierce pounding, changing angles, thrusting up into me, sometimes gently stroking my prostate, sometimes smashing it. He must have fucked me for fifteen minutes and all the while he never took his eyes off me or lost that cute little smile of his.
More than once I had to stop myself from grabbing my dick and stroking it, remembering that boys weren't supposed to cum. I was beginning to fear that Carlos was going to fuck the cum right out of me without touching my dick when he stopped and withdrew, leaving me feeling very empty. But not for long. I'd been so intent on staring back into Carlos' eyes that I hadn't noticed a little crowd had gathered around us. There was a semicircle of men, a few of whom had their hard dicks out and were stroking them. Carlos took some lube and slicked up the dick of the man to his right and then positioned him at my hole. He didn't let go of the dick until it was halfway into me and there was nothing for him to hang onto any longer. The guy began to fuck in short rapid strokes. Carlos stood next to him, alternately watching the cock slide in and out of me and looking into my eyes, smiling all the while. My fucker didn't last very long and in no time I felt his tool throbbing in my hole, shooting its load into me.
By the time his dick slipped out of me Carlos had the next guy all lubed up and ready to go. He again guided the hardon into me and stood there while the guy pumped. Neither of these two was anywhere near as big as Carlos so they felt good but not great. And it wasn't just the size but their technique couldn't compare to Carlos. While they were just plugging a hole, Carlos and I were becoming quite good fuck buddies, knowing just what to do to make it work better for the other. I closed my eyes for a moment as Carlos guided the fourth dick into me, wondering just how long this was going to go on.
When I opened them Carlos wasn't standing next to the guy fucking me. I looked around and saw he was fucking the boy in the sling next to me. I felt a hot flash run through me and my stomach suddenly felt queasy. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. My stomach calmed down a bit but I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see Carlos. I tried to focus my mind on the cock that was plunging into me. It wasn't very big and all I felt was full. No sparks as it brushed my prostate, no thrill of my hole stretching. I just wanted him to finish. I worked my ass muscles, tightening as he withdrew each time, trying to milk his cock. It worked and in just a couple of minutes he shot his load.
Since Carlos was apparently too busy to lead another dick into my now slightly gaping hole I hoped I could get up for a while. A familiar voice dashed those thoughts.
"You oughta be stretched enough to handle my beer can now, boy. Spread 'em and take it, bitch."
I opened my eyes and Jose was standing between my legs, pressing his thick horse meat against my hole. A bottle of poppers appeared from behind me and was held to my nostrils. I inhaled deeply and Jose thrust forward just as the rush kicked in. He punched his dick into me and began to fuck hard. Between the earlier fucks and the poppers I was wide open so his tool didn't even hurt. It stretched a bit, but there was no pain. As with the others, though, there wasn't a whole lot of pleasure either. I felt the back of a hand caress my cheek and the poppers were under my nose again. I inhaled and looked up. Carlos was the one holding the bottle. He smiled down at me.
"Oh, so you remembered where I was." I glared up at him. He looked puzzled and then shrugged. He moved around to watch Jose's thick tube steak pound my ass for a while, then put a hand on his friend's shoulder. As Jose stopped thrusting Carlos said something in his ear. Jose grinned and nodded and immediately pulled out and walked away. Carlos grabbed my hand and helped me out of the sling.
"I think you've had enough of a warm-up, babe."
Jose came back with three bottles of beer. He gave two to Carlos, who handed me one. I took a long swig' downing much of it. I'd worked up quite a thirst. After a minute Carlos led us to the former stage. There were several couples fucking on it, a few sucking in sixty-nine positions.
Jose sat on one corner of the huge makeshift bed, lay back on it and took his dick in his hand, pointing it upward.
"Go ahead, Ry, sit on it. Just straddle him and have a seat. I want to get a good look at that huge thing disappearing inside you."
I did as he asked and got into position. Once the head was in place I slowly lowered myself onto it, barely feeling the stretch as I did. My hole was truly open and well-lubed. I could feel Carlos' hand behind me, feeling Jose's dick as it went in. As soon as I was sitting across Jose's thighs, Carlos pushed me forward so I was laying on him and he continued to feel around my full hole, poking and prodding. A minute later I felt a bit of pressure and looked back over my shoulder. Carlos was standing behind me, between Jose's legs, and was leaning forward. It was his long rod that was pressing against my cock-filled asshole.
"No way, Carlos. You're not gonna fit that in there, too."
"Sure I am, Ry, and you're gonna love it. You know your greedy pussy wants more. It always wants more. So I'm gonna give it to you."
He reached around and put the bottle of poppers under my nose again and urged me to take a hit. As I did he pushed and I felt his head enter me alongside Jose's humongous cock. Now I was feeling stretching again, pain in fact. I kept inhaling the fumes from the bottle and pushing out, trying to open up more for the rest of the invasion. Carlos pushed forward slowly and slid in, feeling like his dick was two feet long. The pain subsided and while I'd been afraid at first that my ass ring was tearing, he went so slowly and I was beginning to get used to the feel by the time he was all the way in.
"You okay, babe?" He whispered as he leaned on me.
"I think so. At least it doesn't hurt. Go slow, okay?" I would never have dreamed of getting fucked by two dicks at once, wouldn't have thought it possible, but now that they were both in me it really turned me on. It wasn't as physically pleasing as a single fuck with Carlos, but the idea excited me to no end. I didn't want to admit it, but maybe I really was the bottom that Carlos kept saying I was, and my hole, or at least my head, was greedy and wanted this.
He pulled his hips back and slowly slid out, then gently thrust back in. Jose couldn't do anything but lie there with me on top of him and Carlos pressing me down. He didn't have to move. His tree trunk held me wide open and Carlos was doing all the work, fucking into me, stimulating Jose's dick as the two heads rubbed together deep within me. Neither one of them held out very long. Jose began to breathe hard and I felt his dick pulse inside me. Carlos must have felt it too because he picked up speed and plunged harder into me. As I felt him shoot his load into me I exploded, cumming all over Jose's hairy belly. Carlos collapsed on top of me, pressing me more into Jose. The three of us just lay there gasping for breath for a while. Carlos was finally able to get up, his dick plopping out of me as he did. He helped me up off Jose's dick and body and then helped Jose up.
"You weren't supposed to cum, boy. Look at the mess you made on me. Now lick it up."
I looked at Carlos and he nodded. "Jose's right, babe. You made the mess, now clean it up."
As I knelt and sucked my cum out of Jose's pubic hair I heard them congratulating each other on a successful double penetration. Several guys who'd been standing around watching seemed quite impressed as well. One of them made a suggestion as I got to my feet.
"Now that your boy's cunt is all stretched out, how about we play a little handball with him?"
Carlos smiled at him and I tensed up until he began to shake his head. "Not tonight, guys. I think this pussy has taken all it can for one night."
I breathed a sigh of relief as Carlos told me to go to the dressing room and put my clothes on. The night was over.
As I walked to the dressing room I felt the cum of God knows how many guys oozing from me and running down my legs. I waited until I was in the room to reach back to feel what condition my hole was in. It wasn't still open, but felt very sore, puffy and wet. I was able to slip a couple of fingers in without even trying. Someone was thinking ahead because there were a couple of rolls of paper towels on a table. I took a few towels and cleaned myself up as well as I could. At least I didn't seem to be leaking any more as I started to get dressed.
As we walked back to the apartment Carlos was practically giddy, all excited about the new thrill he'd experienced. Even Jose seemed to be in a good mood. It had been a first for both of them. There had been a number of firsts for me. My first gang bang, first time having sex with strangers and of course, that final double fuck. While I would have preferred to have some say in who my sex partners were, it had been a turn-on servicing so many guys, being able to give them pleasure. And while I never would have thought two dicks, especially the size of Carlos' and Jose's, would fit inside me, I was thrilled that I'd been able to do that as well. Carlos had talked many times about expanding my limits. I now knew I wanted him to do that as much as he wanted to.
But still I was quiet as we walked. Underneath the excitement of the sexual adventure, the scene of Carlos fucking that guy in the other sling kept popping into my head. Up until then, he'd been a part of every sex scene I'd had, either as an active participant or director. But there he'd gone off on his own, seemed really into that guy, and there I was, on my own as well, having sex with strangers for no reason. As much as I was discovering I loved all kinds of new sex, it was really all about Carlos for me.
When we got back to the apartment Jose was surprisingly agreeable to sleeping on the couch. Carlos and I went into the bedroom, stripped and I got into bed. It was only three o'clock, far earlier than the week before, but Carlos set the alarm saying he didn't want to sleep away another Saturday. Carlos went into the bathroom and came back with the soothing cream he'd used on my pucker the first time he'd fucked me. He gently rubbed it all around my hole as I lay there on my side, thinking about all that I'd been through that evening, how much I'd enjoyed most of it, though I'd never admit it, but also how much Carlos' fucking that other guy had bothered me. When he was done he lay down, snuggled behind me and spooned me.
"What's the matter, Ry? You've been quieter than usual most of the night. I know you were enjoying most of the sex and you really got into that final scene, so what's the problem?"
"Nothing. I just wish you wouldn't go off and leave me when we're doing stuff like that. Like when you fucked that other guy."
He rolled me onto my back and looked down at me. "You're jealous!" he said in surprise. "That's what that nasty look was all about."
"No, that's not it," I bristled, not wanting to admit to having emotional feelings about any of this. "It just that you're used to doing stuff like this and I'm not. I count on you being there to watch out for me."
"Maybe, but you're still jealous. I don't see why. You were enjoying sex with all kinds of guys. Why shouldn't I be allowed to do someone else?"
"Because the only reason I was having sex with them was to please you," I blurted out. "I was getting off more on the idea that I was making you happy than the sex itself. But you were fucking that guy to please yourself. It had nothing to do with me."
He thought for a moment. "Maybe you're right. Maybe being able to call all the shots with you has made me a little selfish. But it was just fucking a hole. It was nothing like when I do things with and to you. That's the stuff that really turns me on. Everything about what we do together pushes all my buttons. Remember that and don't take it personally if I go all hedonistic sometimes."
He rolled me back onto my side and wrapped his arms around me from behind again. I was starting to drift off when he murmured into my ear, "The others are just holes, Ry, but you're something special."
To be continued.